Page 72 of Freedom’s Inferno

“Tell me what you need, Lana,” I purred, already crouching between her legs. The sight of her spread before me, her most vulnerable parts exposed, made it difficult to breathe.

“Touch me, dammit!”

I didn’t hesitate. I dipped two fingers inside of her, groaning at how hot and wet she felt. The heel of my palm dug into her clit, as my fingers curled inside of her.

Lana threw her head back, a low moan rending the air.

Pulling my fingers free, I spread her slick through her soft folds and over her clit. I strummed the swollen bud with a touch that was feather-light, but consistent, my other hand gripping her left thigh to hold her open. The muscles were taut where my fingers dug into her flesh, and I brushed my thumb over the raised lines of her scar.

“Don’t move,” I murmured, rotating my body so that I could reach behind to turn on the shower.

“Where am I gonna go?” Lana said, frustrated from the loss of contact.

“I never know with you,” I said, turning back around.

I lowered my face between her thighs, and breathed in her heady scent. She smelled of something soft and floral, a sweetness that cut straight through thought and left only want behind. Sliding my palms under her to grip her ass, I tilted her pelvis and buried my face there.

My lips captured the ones between her legs in hot, open mouthed kisses. My tongue lavished her, digging into her entrance, eliciting noises from her that echoed against the tile. I sucked and nipped at her clit until her thighs trembled, and I buried my fingers in her again.

Her hips bucked, grinding against my face and hand, taking what she wanted. The moment she came undone her muscles tightened around my digits, before releasing like a flower in bloom. Then she shook, her orgasm tearing through her in a scream that ripped straight through my last shred of self-control.

I lifted her, gripping her ass, supporting her weight as she straddled me and I carried her into the steam. The hot water was a shock, raining down on us, as I pressed her back against the tiles.

She gasped, her body overcome with the warring sensations of the cool shower walls and the heat from the water.

The muscles in my chest flexed as I held her, my forehead pressing against hers, our panting breaths mingling between us.

I looked down as I shifted her weight to position the head of my cock at her entrance.

Her gaze followed, and we both watched as I lowered her until my length sank into her inch by fucking inch. The sight of her pussy stretching to accommodate me sparked a dark, hungry satisfaction; I didn’t tear my eyes away until my cock disappeared.

She felt like hot silk, the wetness from her arousal and my saliva allowing me to sheath myself with ease. Lana gripped my shoulders as she took me, her body molding around mine. The way she tightened made my heartbeat slam in my chest.

“Is this okay?” I breathed, cock throbbing. I had to grind my teeth to stop myself from losing control. I wanted everything.

Lana nodded, gasping, as she moved her hips beneath me. “Fuck, Charlie, Please!”

I moved then, lifting her ass to draw my cock from her depths before dropping her and driving myself back in. I grunted, feeling the head of my cock push inside her, hearing the small, desperate sounds she made.

I moved with more confidence then, satisfied I wouldn’t hurt her, my hips flexing as I pumped harder, faster.

Lana released a high-pitched noise that only spurred me on further, her hips moving to meet me thrust for thrust. She used my shoulders as leverage, and I let her, even with the bite of pain that shot through my injured arm.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” I groaned into her neck, my hot breaths coming in short gasps over her flushed skin.

Her insides quivered, and I rotated my hips. “I’m going to cum in you, Lana,” I whispered, teeth nipping at her earlobe. “And I fucking love knowing I’ll still be inside you… even when we’re separated.”

Lana made a sound like a whimper, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

My movements became more aggressive then, each punch of my hips packing force. I thrust into her, deep, and fast, pleasure bunching in my lower stomach as I fought to contain it. I couldn’t go before she did.

The sounds she made grew more frantic until I finally dragged her over the edge. Lana screamed and I erupted inside of her. Her walls gripped my length and my cock spasmed as I filled her with my cum. Her entire body went slack and I buckled under the dead weight, fighting to steady myself. She shook with gasping breaths, her climax milking my dick.

I pressed my forehead against her shoulder and her fingers stroked through my wet hair, running up and down the length of my back. We held each other in the gentlest embrace until our breathing slowed.

Then, I freed myself from her, maneuvering us both so that she slid to stand on her own two feet. I pressed hungry kisses to her lips, her cheeks, her forehead… my heart hammering as it fought to return to its usual rhythm.

Steam clung to the walls, curling in slow ribbons toward the ceiling. The water hit my shoulders in steady heat, rinsing away the last traces of exhaustion I hadn’t realized I was carrying.